Ottawa Ghosts: Husband Returns For Visit

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Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Chantal on May 9, 2015:

“My husband passed away 3 years ago and he always said that whoever between him and me was passing first was gonna come and show the other that we were still there. So, he passed in April and our wedding anniversary is in May. When he passed we actually were separated, but in a good place in our relationship.

I own a computer and printer like everybody, but I don’t use it, so I never turn it on. And the printer is not plugged into the wall or the computer. The morning of our anniversary, the printer started by itself. It’s been doing it every special occasion, like his birthday, our anniversary, Christmas, my birthday, etc.. So one night I turned everything that could bring lights, the TV, the cable box.. And in my window I have a thick black drape cause I was working over night. Then I took 7 pics, and on only one of them I captured an orb which I tried to debunked and I couldn’t.

So be aware that your loved ones are with you after. It’s a reality.

Thanks for reading my short story.”

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St. Paul University Library – Haunted Ottawa Database

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Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Type: library at a university
Built: n/a

The following report was sent into our website by M on September 12, 2014:

“I’ve posted a few pictures on my Facebook page (editor’s note: see photos at bottom of this page) of what I believe to be ghosts at the Saint Paul University Library. Some who have viewed it believe my pictures are incredible finds while others say it’s just my wild imagination. But the story goes that when I was a student at Saint Paul University and when students were still able to stay in the library all night, I continuously saw silhouettes of figures walking back and forth in front of me.

So one night I decided to take my camera to the library to confirm my suspicions, and took a few pictures when I thought I saw something moving. When I uploaded the pictures, I saw an anomaly in one of them and highlighted that section. It was then I saw two faces looking right back at me along with a written language underneath them, but my friends dismissed it as me seeing things that aren’t really there in the picture (pareidolia). I asked a professor at the university who is an expert with ancient Greek about the writing that I saw on the picture, and he says that he can’t read what’s written in the picture.

I thought to myself, maybe I could try it again and find something more definitive. I returned to the library a few more times and stayed late and took a few pictures and videos, but nothing developed from those attempts.

But on December 5th, 2012, on a cold winter’s day right before exams, I went to the library again hoping to take a few more pictures to see if I could capture anything. That night, I thought I saw something move right in the corner. I snapped a few pictures and took a few videos and left to upload the pictures onto my computer. In that one picture where I thought I saw something moving in the corner, I saw an anomaly. I highlighted it and saw a woman wearing glasses staring back at me. That’s when I remembered the very, very cold breath I felt directly on the centre (not side or top) of the back of my neck right after I took the picture. There was nothing behind me but a wall and the only vents that were around were from the ceiling.

I haven’t been back since, but I plan on doing another investigation at another point in time.”

NOTE FROM COLDSPOT.ORG: We did a wee bit of research and discovered this interesting tid bit — according to the St.Paul University website, this library (called “Jean-Leon-Allie Library”) just so happens to be the largest theological library in Canada, and the sixth largest in North America. For those unaware, “theology” is the study of the nature of God and religious belief. 

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Ottawa Ghosts: Waking Up To My Forehead Getting Wacked

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Dylan on June 27, 2014:

“Well, my story doesn’t really have a conclusion because I was never able to find out anything about the home I had lived in, but I will tell it anyway.

Basically my parents had divorced when I was six and I had lived with my dad. while every second weekend I would stay with my Mom. When I was about 12/13 years old, my mom told me that she had bought a house and that she wanted me to move in with her. I didn’t mind the idea, and of course I wasn’t going to say no, so I moved in with her.

It was an attached garden-home, way out past South Keys (Ottawa), surrounded by forest basically. It really didn’t seem all that creepy at first, just a regular place. That is until I saw the basement. It was a strange basement with a bathroom at the foot of the stairs and with a bend you would find the laundry room and a long skinny hallway leading to an open living-room kind of area. Thing is there was this HUGE wall unit literally the size of the entire wall, and for some reason it felt extremely ominous. Anyway, I was REALLY into video games and I always wanted a cool gaming area or room, so I set up my video game console, tv and radio in the basement living-room area. Now I can’t really say when I truly started feeling “creeped out” or when things started happening, but I can say that I always felt as though I was being watched constantly. The house also had a very grim feel to it, even with all the windows open on the sunniest day, it’s hard to explain. One thing that I also found weird was how old and dated the carpeting was in the basement room along with the couch that had been left behind, it told me that the home was quite old.

When the voices started, I thought I was going insane. I told my mom about it and to be honest I don’t remember her response, although she didn’t jump to the conclusion that it was some paranormal event, which makes sense….Most people wouldn’t.

It would always happen in the basement while I was playing video games on the couch. I would hear my own name in a woman’s voice but it felt like it was coming from inside my own head. It would usually start out as just a regular “Dylan” and then gradually repeat itself louder and louder until it became this kind of harsh toned voice basically yelling my own name. I myself, didn’t even think it was paranormal at the time and thought I was losing it. I have lived in many different places, single homes, townhomes, apartments you name it, and I can tell the difference between a normal atmosphere and that which is inhabited by something else. I will never forget the constant stillness and looking behind my own back feeling like I was being stared at.

I had lived in this home for about 4 years, the voices had started maybe a couple months into it, and I was so creeped out by the basement by this point that I just moved everything to the top floor into my bedroom. Things seemingly got better, at least in terms of hearing my own name in my ear. I can remember the entire time we lived in that house my mom seemed very unhappy due to many reasons but for some reason being in that house seemed to just bring her down, and make us both angry.

One late night I was asleep in my bed as usual, it was probably past midnight at this point and all I can remember is waking up to my forehead getting WACKED. I sat up, eyes wide, quickly trying to comprehend what had just happened to me in my sleep. I could feel my forehead aching in pain so it absolutely happened, I just don’t know what caused it. Weirdest part is, whenever I have some strange paranormal experience like this, I always forget what happened completely after the event. I forget my own reaction to the event, I only remember my own recalling (if that makes sense).

I can remember one other time I was alone in the home one night as my mom had gone out for the evening and the weirdest thing happened. I can remember being in the living room on the main floor, then suddenly all I remember is I appeared in the basement laundry room in the dark to which I immediately snapped out of it. I freaked out because I was alone in the dark basement and reached up to turn on the light, which immediately started flickering and acting weird. Needless to say I got the **** out of there and bolted it up to my room, shut the door, turned on my tv and sat on the bed against the wall until my mom returned.

I can’t remember any other major events other than the overall negative atmosphere and feeling as though I was being watched all the time, in every room. We moved out, and I moved into my dad new house…………..”

 Update: Dylan sent us a “part 2” of this story located here

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Ottawa Ghosts: The Black Leather Belt Hovered Before Me

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Dylan on June 27, 2014:

“This is kind of a continuation from my last story (located here).

I had lived with my mom in what I believed was a haunted home for the past 4 years, hearing voices being physically assaulted, you name it. When she finally sold the home I moved in with my father who had ironically also just bought a new home.

This one was even older. His new home was a single house from the 1950’s, very old looking. It was a nice place though and I didn’t think much of it. I just wanted out of the creepy place in South Keys (Ottawa). I had been coming here on the weekends for the past couple months anyway and hadn’t experienced anything so I was pretty content with moving there. It only took a few weeks until I started feeling creeped out. The feeling was back, that feeling as if someone is right over your shoulder watching your every move, analyzing you.

There were a few extremely strange events which unfolded at this home. I had a friend over once, when I was like 16 years old and we were getting ready to go meet up with some other friends. I was upstairs and she was in the living room. All I remember is her saying “What was that Dylan?” to which I came running
down the stairs saying “what?”. I hadn’t said a word. Other than being creeped out, nothing too noticeable happened until a while later.

At this point, I was about 20 years old and was working a full-time job while paying my dad some cash to help him out with groceries and what not. I’m pretty routine, I would usually come home at around 5pm, make myself some food, go into my room watch something while I ate then spent the rest of the night playing video games. This one particular night, I had been doing the usual, just had finished eating my dinner and was just sitting in my computer chair watching something on YouTube. I should probably mention, when we had moved into the home, it was remodeled in a way that would benefit someone with a walking disability, possibly an elderly person on their deathbed. There was a makeshift bathroom built into the kitchen on the main floor leading me to believe that this person who had the disability was staying in the one bedroom on that main floor, my current bedroom. The way the room was laid out was you walked in and directly in front of you you would see my computer desk, to the right of that was my bed and parallel from the bed was the huge walk in closet, which always freaked me out.

This particular evening, I was sitting in the chair, watching videos as I said earlier, and I just felt this sudden urge to look behind me as if I had sensed some presence there. To my horror, all I recall is seeing my black leather belt (which I had thrown on the floor in front of the closet) hovering strangely off the floor as if it was being picked up. Weirdest part is, the rest is a complete blackout. I have absolutely no idea how I reacted to it, and I have no idea what I did for the rest of that night.

Since these two homes I have lived in 4 different places, in none of these locations have I experienced paranormal events.”

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Ottawa Ghosts: I Would Feel It Touch My Face

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Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Nasha on May 30, 2014:

“I lived on Lafayette Private in Gloucester from three years old till about 21. In the beginning years, there wasn’t much to say about the place. As we got older, my parents stopped sleeping in the master bedroom, rather they stayed in the living room. During this time, I would have night nightmares, usually about trying to go down the stairs, but something would stand in front of the door trying to grab me; it always looked like a giant “evil” face. I had this nightmare continuously, until I started sleeping in there.

When I started sleeping in there, I would feel it touch my face and whisper to me; usually call my name. The story is too long to write it all. I will just say that it did try to grab my leg after many years of sleeping there; that was the last night anyone stayed in that room (that is a story in itself).

We stayed, until the fire, that I was warned about the night before, but did not understand at the time.

I have wondered if the new residents have ever had a similar experience there, but have yet had the chance to ask.”

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Ottawa Ghosts: The Dog’s Paw Was Bleeding

 

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Rebecca on March 16, 2014:

“When I was 13, I had this dog named Cody and he was the sweetest dog ever. He always would greet me when I came home from school, until one day. My older brother was at his friend’s house so I was home alone, and as soon as I got home I waited for Cody to greet me but he didn’t. So at this point in time I was suspicious. I looked and looked and looked for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. Just then I saw him run down the stairs with his tail between his legs and he appeared to be limping. But I couldn’t get a clear look because he ran so fast. Upstairs I saw a misty figure, it winked and smiled then vanished. I freaked.

I went to see Cody and I found that his paw was bleeding, so I called my mom and explained what happened. My mom didn’t believe me about the misty figure, but she came home from work and we brought Cody to the vet, and the vet said that the wound looked as if he had been stabbed.

So when I got home that night I refused to sleep up stairs. When I was setting my bed up on the couch I felt something sharp and it cut me. So I pulled it from underneath the blanket and it was a knife with blood and fur on it.

And I cried and cried, it scared me so much. Since that day I have never seen the misty figure but I am now 24 years old and it has scarred me for life. I love dogs, but I’m afraid to buy one because of that.”

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